"You've got the wrong person."
The other smiled, "Liss, what a lovely name. Is she a pretty girl like me?"
"No, you're not Liss."
Igula shook his head. Before him stood a girl in a wool coat and snow boots, resembling Liss as if she were a grown-up version of her, but with strikingly rare pink-purple hair.
It was then that Igula snapped back to reality. "That monster—"
The pink-purple-haired girl pointed upwards. The Swindler looked up to see a rain of blood pouring from the sky. The foul-smelling blood and fragmented flesh were falling down, but they were shielded by the Holy Domain, keeping them unstained by the rain.
Only now did Igula notice a Beastman standing beside him, wearing a black jacket. The Beastman had black-and-white fur and a striped tail, reminiscent of a feline ancestor. It was evident that the Nine-headed Fish-Slicing Dragon, which had turned into blood rain, was the masterpiece of this Beastman Mage.
